Cold, dead and beautifullyblue as the depthsof the ocean,sharks have sinister eyesalmost as sharpas their teethin shady underwater. Sharks sleepwith their eyes wide open.Sharks have no soul;seeing only in monochrome,there is no colour in their lives,not even redin the blood they shed. Kim M. Russell, 15th July 2025 It’s Tuesday and, at the dVerse Poets […]
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Rebuff
He leads her to a sea of oilseed rape, his hushed words warn her not to make a sound. Her trusting eyes are wide, her mouth agape, as butterflies of many hues astound. He begs her listen to the gushing stream, to watch for river birds and frisking otters; he shows her silver trout and […]
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